where the sea meets the sky, i find myself.

@adcmsahin

dependent roleplay account for cascadecarp.

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⋆.˚ 𓇼 ─ adcmsahin - a dependent roleplay blog for CASCADECARP penned by anna

ADEM ŞAHIN ─ he/him, 30, marine biologist + conservationist bio ⋆ threads ⋆ visage ⋆ musings ⋆ pinterest

Umay eyed Adem, ever so eager to keep up with her game, while Anat could care less about being demure. Finally, Umay slink her way over to the marine biologist. The entire act bringing a smile to Nilay's face. If there was anything that still brought joy to her life, it was certainly Nur and the furbabies. All the silly and playful antics they all got up to together. How the younger cats and dogs were more than happy to cause any chaos possible, whereas Anu, Anahita, Inanna, and Tsovinar watched on in their protective glory. Especially Anu and Anahita, the two mates being the eldest of the group and the most protective. "A distraction would be good," Nilay finally muttered. Her smile towards him small, yet genuine. In many ways, it was rather scary how quickly the man became family. How she looked at him and saw a brother, one that she never had growing up. Cascade brought such a wide variety of people, and an even wider variety of connections that meant the world to her. After spending so long being alone and preferring it being that way, it was worrisome. Especially the closer she grew to everyone. "Well, I'm honoured you've decided to try it out with me. Tea would be lovely, thank you. These two would certainly appreciate it." Chuckling, she pet the eldest cats behind their ears. Earning some purrs from the both of them, even though they never tore their eyes from the man whereas Bastest went into a loaf to sleep. "Nur's got the dogs in the yard. At least all of them will be more excited to see you. I think Anubis might try to knock you over once he realizes you're here."

a genuine smile beamed on his features when umay finally came out of hiding, although he did his best to play it cool and let the cat sniff his fingers in order to gain permission to give her the pets she'd seemed to seek out. among all the animals, adem wasn't sure how much of a distraction he could offer, or at least how he could succeed in lifting her spirits more than they'd likely already tried. but it worried him how fragile nilay's smile seemed to be - as if it was teetering on the edge of falling apart even if he could tell that it's weak countenance had nothing to do with seeing him. so he'd do this best to offer one - it seemed to be the least he could do when nilay had become one of the people he held most dear in cascade - someone not only to learn from, but to call almost family when so few of his own lived close enough to see on a regular basis. "alright - should i put on a clown face and try to juggle? share some marine facts? tell you random things that are going on in my life? give you a hug?" he tries to infuse humor into his words and lift his smile into something that isn't filled with as much concern as it actually is. "don't be honored until you try it - it might be awful. but of course - i couldn't disturb their resting spot - it would be an affront against nature." while he might not have any animals himself, he adored all of nilay's and the way each of their personalities shown. "i don't know, getting umay to come over to greet me was it's own small victory. i think she was just hiding her excitement at seeing me. isn't that right?" the question is directed at the cat in question, who leans towards him for another chin scratch. "let me make you that tea, and i'll go say hi to them all - we'll see if anubis finally manages to tackle me."

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#archaeologia

Where: By the merch booths When: Saturday, 15th August Open to: all! @cascadestarters

He had no plans to be here over the weekend until a client decided to tip him with a spare Sasquatch ticket instead of actual money; Kyle would've preferred money but he accepted the ticket anyway. And so he was here, at Lake Emerald for the first time, wondering why he was here, particularly contemplating this as a gaggle of youth stood in line at a merch stand, some doing the six seven thing, a few others doing the scuba dance. All with their phones out, filming various segments, no doubt for TikTok.

"Nothing like a music festival to remind you just how old you are."

he'd come for the few select names he recognized from the poster - the ones consistently in his spotify top ten and who he wasn't sure he'd have the chance to see if he didn't grab at the opportunity now that they were all assembled in cascade. still, nothing could have prepared him for the flood of visitors who had come to town solely to see their own favorite artists, or simply to take in the atmosphere. "...you'd think they'd want to go enjoy the music more than... what are those dances they're doing?" eyebrows knit in confusion, pretty sure he was out of his depth and would be labeled as drastically uncool by any one of the people assembled at the merch stand. "i guess it's my own fault given that i recognized... ten? names from the billboard. that likely should have been a sign that this wouldn't be my kind of thing." maybe he could do with expanding his musical horizons a bit, but as someone who liked listening to albums on repeat, he wasn't sure even a festival could convince him otherwise. "who was that woman who headlined yesterday? charlie xbox? i don't think i've heard of her before in my life."

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#kylejdobbs #bc it's unacceptable that we no longer have a thread together #also forgive him #but he would NOT know charli xcx

"Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles. I know it's super uppity, but it's so refreshing and crisp." Ellie didn’t need the pricest bottle, but it made her feel like she would be okay navigating the world as she continued to parse who she wanted to be. "I did get a golden retriever...maybe in some unintentional way it helped me to remember the better parts of us, you know?" She vividly recalled the nights scrolling in a shared bed with Adem, looking at different shelters and precious pups in need of a safe home. She wanted it with him, but the time wasn't right. "Definitely could have used your help during the potty-training phase," she stated with an amused hum before ripping a piece of the crunch wrap. "The potential president definitely would need to be impeached. Got daddy problems written all over him."

Adem's offer to help her sort through her thoughts flooded her with a sense of warmth she hadn't felt in a while. "I would love that." Ever the one to wrestle with ideas, she never had to perform or wear a certain mask when it came to him. She could rattle the most intrusive thoughts, share uncanny opinions, and speak her mind freely. In return, he would always meet her with grace, a challenge, correction, or support, and it was always anchored with love. He peeled back layers she hadn't even known were there, and she's better for it even years later. "A few. I have a concept for coastal and forestry initiatives. Something for the arts and housing too."

Instinctively rolling her eyes, Ellie helped herself to another tot at the compliment. It was inevitable. She was a Reynolds after all, and it was expected of her. If she could leave a better mark on Cascade and the surrounding region with the access she had to bring about change, she wanted to desperately. "Je ne parle pas anglais. Je n'ai aucune idée de ce que vous dites," she says eloquently before reaching for her cider. (I don't speak English. I have no clue what you're speaking about). "I was. I am and always will. Besides, I would never shun you...I've missed you. Like a lot," she admits coyishly. "That would be the worst decision I could ever make." Again.

there's something about the statement that tugs at him, the comfort that had once been present between them clearly still there - or maybe she'd gotten into the habit of being silly around others. "now is that anything with bubbles? or just champagne? because we might be going through a lot of different drinks if it's the former." his expression sobers a bit, wondering if they're thinking along the same lines - the future they'd once been so certain they'd share together before things had fallen apart. although truth be told, when he thinks about ellie - there are more good memories than bad that spring to the surface. "were there that many bad parts that you had to get a dog just to remember the good?" there's a wistful quality to his smile in the way that it doesn't quite reach his eyes - perhaps if things had been different and he'd reached out sooner as soon as the heartache had settled in, they'd be in a reality where she wouldn't have had to go through life alone and they could have stood by each other's sides just as they'd done through college. "maybe i can help with the teaching them tricks phase instead." he's in the middle of taking a sip of his beer when ellie mentions the daddy issues of her fellow classmate, prompting him to very nearly spit out the drink with laughter. "let's hope he doesn't end up president in the first place in that case. who knows, they'd likely keep him in office despite all potential issues he might have." how easy it was to slip back to where they'd been just a couple of years ago, the only reminder of the time that had passed lingering in the distance between them - no fingers interlaced, ellie's head not resting on his shoulder, or their feet bumping into each other's underneath the booth. "sounds like you've got your work cut out for you." but they were all things that were needed - even with how much cascade had evolved in the time he'd called it home, adem knew there was so much more that could be improved upon. "is there anything that's a matter of priority? i know housing is becoming a bit of a hot-button issue with so many of the more affordable homes being renovated to be out of people's budgets." it wasn't his field - but ellie had a tendency to make him better, to think outside of the marine life he so often got enraptured by and apply his brain to something else for a minute. something that had always had the additional benefit of leaving him to come back to his own work with a fresh mind. "dois-je le répéter en français? do i need to repeat it in french?" he teases, even if his french is nowhere near as eloquent as hers. he's never fully grasped the pronunciation of the words and often it feels like they're stumbling from his tongue in a way that they never do when he's speaking turkish or english. his expression softens at her admission. it's the closest either of them have come to something tangible, a confession to the regret that had lingered in his own chest after they'd broken things off, although the fact that it comes from ellie first is a surprise when every time he'd pictured a reunion, he'd expected her to be distant towards him given how things had ended. "...i missed you too. i don't think i realized just how much until after i left for san diego... but it stuck with me for a long time." perhaps it doesn't convey the depth of the hurt, but even despite knowing that ellie had missed him, adem wasn't sure how far that stretched or if it had veered into longing for him the way it had never quite faded for him. "good to know i'm safe here. although i'd argue there are likely worse decisions you could make."

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#elliereynolds #...did i match you or make it longer?? who can say 😭

Adem's definition of a DCOM had Scott nearly doing a double take. "Huh?" He glanced over and kept on staring as they walked, brows creased and smile openly confused, certain that after another second or two he'd see his friend cringe while saying it was a bad joke or something, but... "Naw, dude, you're just fucking with me," Scott insisted with a laugh and quick headshake, punching at Adem's arm again. "Disney Channel Original Movie? How old are you, my guy?" He knew that there was only a handful of years difference between them, but it was moments like these that their differing upbringings and general interests were felt all the more greatly.

Gaze settled on his feet, Scott hummed, slow to give into a shrug while answering, "Sure, if you don't mind everything blowing up in your face." He huffed out a soft chuckle, not entirely sure he had any worthwhile advice for Adem, but perhaps more of a warning. At his core, Scott was an impulsive person, and it was only in the wake of a bad decision that he became paralyzed with indecision -- and that was what he'd blame all his trouble on. Never that his gut instincts were wrong. "Is it high stakes?" he asked, starting to pick Adem's brain a little more openly. "The thing you're worried about regretting. Or do you think you'll live if you do just let it be?"

In an instant, his mind conjured up the image of Adem practicing his laugh in the mirror to himself, and Scott had to stop himself from laughing again, already starting to shake his head in reply. "We practice some, yeah. Test out characters on each other and stuff, y'know? But mostly the shows are off the cuff, like without a script or anything like that." He preferred it that way, too. If he had to memorize lines and lines of dialogue... well, Scott didn't think he'd be landing any speaking parts anytime soon. "You ever take a theatre class or anything at the college? Improv is pretty much that, but just... forever."

he cringes both as scott's punch and as the acronym falls into place, wondering why he hadn't pieced things together and figured out that his own interpretation would likely be far from accurate. "shut up - i was more of a pixar guy. that and national geographic or david attenborough documentaries." his words trail off with a shake of his head, glancing at scott with amusement cresting over his features, knowing he has nothing to say in defense of himself. but then again, he's never claimed to be cool and despite their difference of hobbies and lifestyles, he's always enjoyed scott's company. although if the same could be said about scott after this transgression is up to debate. "never mind, i'm making it worse, aren't i? clearly i'm eighty." he knows he's being vague, that likely scott's judgements are based on things he's experienced for himself rather than anything related to the situation adem's found himself in. what blowing up in his face looks like, he doesn't want to venture to guess - at best it'd probably mean losing a friendship that feels like it's only on the cusp of being reignited, at worst... he supposes ellie could go back on her word and have her influence run him out of town. but he doubts things could turn cataclysmic enough for that to happen. perhaps it's more along the lines of one of them catching feelings once more and the other one leaving them broken hearted once more. "well... when you put it that way, it doesn't sound appealing." his gaze settles on the other man, unsure of how much he wants to share. it isn't high stakes - not life or death, although the what-if had haunted him, lingering through grad-school and clearly still laying unanswered. "i don't know what you'd define as high stakes, but i don't think this falls under that term. i suppose i could just let it be." still, adem wonders if that's the smart move - he's been letting it be - has ignored the fact that ellie and him are both in the town until life had dragged them back to each other, leaving him at a standstill now. "you know ellie reynolds? we dated back in college. didn't end on a bad note... just went our separate ways and i suppose seeing her again now... it's brought up old questions." he's impressed by the make-shift quality of the show that scott is describing, although perhaps it also accounts for the parts that sometimes feel rough around the edges. like he's almost on the cusp of something great, but hasn't quite reached it - but adem supposes that's what more practice is for. "do you ever wonder if you'll just... run out of things to say? ...i did not. i did drama one year of high school though and decided the stage wasn't for me." he'd lacked the charismatic confidence that actors tended to have, stage-fright kicking in before he could even think about memorizing lines. even now, he struggled sometimes with hosting talks or educational sessions - the ones for the kids probably where he felt most confident - but that was knowing that they were likely to judge him less than most adults even if they were brutally honest. "i don't know how you do it, i'd flounder up on that stage. but as long as you're having fun, i'll be there to support."

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#scottgrainger #it's okay #he deserves that lmao #also this got super long please don't match!!

micah-sebastian

"Cocky," she teased, pushing her shoulder into his, "yeah. I guess I did miss out." Impossible not to go there when he walked right into it. The only natural beauty without full access to was walking to her left, "Why's what? The water?" She asked, as they walked closer, the tiny waves a precursor at her feet to what power they actually held, "You go past the knees and you risk losing all control." Not actually meaning to step into an innuendo, but realized immediately. Adem was easy to fall back into a rhythm with. Lighting the joint and inhaling before letting it out with a snort of a laugh, betraying all that they came here with for. But she never lied about being anxious. The water now to her calves, going further before she stopped the walk, "Easier for people to spot you or the sharks? You know there's a whole thing right now — someone's been attacked. Two people."

"cocky?" the question comes before the suggestion clicks. "you know i'm not with ellie anymore, you're not likely to make her jealous." although maybe that's not the intention behind it. "yeah, the water." the waves lapping at his feet are a soft welcome, inciting a feeling entirely different from what micah seems to feel about the ocean. an eyebrow raises at her words, a slight grin tugging at his lips as he challenges her, "it's freeing though - besides, i wouldn't take you as someone afraid of losing control." but then again, adem doesn't think he's ever truly gotten to know the woman, time lost due to college shenanigans and the inevitable pull of different life-paths, even if they're now occupying the same space again. "people - although you're not supposed to wear yellow around sharks." he frowns slightly at the mention of shark attacks, while there's obviously always going to be a danger - the creatures are misunderstood at best and he hates people falling into a sense of false alarm when there's no reason to hold it. "do you really think i'd lure you into shark infested waters? i just went diving here yesterday. besides, jaws is a gross misrepresentation of sharks. even if there's been two, they don't typically go after humans. they're even able to differentiate human blood from fish blood and if anyone's in danger, it'd be me. they go after men so much more frequently."

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#micahsebastian

"I bet they could draft up one of Lisa peeing instead, if that's what you're into," Eden teased with a smirk, although they had to agree with Adem's assessment; if anyone was the Bart here, it was them. They flipped to a new page that was filled with butterflies, nose wrinkling at the generic selection before slapping the flash book closed. Eden's eyes lifted to the art-filled walls of 707, planning to meander around the perimeter and admire the work until their timeslot was called. An amused snort flared their nostrils. "Should we each get a UCas Cryptid? - Oh! Or just a big claw slash? One on either butt cheek?" Their hips wiggled to sell it, toothy grin turned on Adem, although their look quickly morphed into something more considering. "You don't actually have any ink, do you?" Eden's head tilted, eyeing Adem up with renewed curiosity, gaze sliding down and then back up again, as if they'd suddenly gained X-ray vision and could see through his clothes.

"don't tempt me," his brows wiggle in amusement, although they both know he's joking. "have you got yours figured out already?" the way they'd discarded their book makes him think yes. although he supposes they could be embracing the concept of a flash tattoo and not be dwelling on the specifics any which way - but he can agree that the butterflies on the page they'd closed don't fit eden in the slightest - too ordinary when they'd always been someone who catches adem off-guard and a close friend because of it. "i think we'll be thoroughly irresistible if we do that. the talk of the town. who knows they might ask us to be the new mascots and flash everyone before a game." truly a horrific idea - but the thought makes him laugh all the same. "what gave it away?" lips quirk, knowing that he doesn't exactly fit into the image of someone who has tattoos - although he supposes there could be one tucked away under layers of clothes - the way eden is staring him down certainly makes him question himself. "i'm here for moral support... mainly." he tacks on the word at the end, not quite sure if he'd been convinced by any of the sketches eden had flipped through when trying to pick their own. he'd considered tattoos at times, when others had shown off theirs and explained a deeper meaning known only to them. it got to him, that sentimental notion of loving or admiring something so deeply that the itch to mark himself in some permanent way crept in. but there'd never seemed to be something that was fitting enough. an anchor, a favorite marine creature, a quote? they all seemed too trite for something that would stay with him for the rest of his life. besides, here in cascade, the ocean seems to lay it's claim on him daily, be it with the sea-salt air that permeated through every piece of clothing he owned, callouses on his hands from handling equipment, or the sore stretch of muscle after a long dive.

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#edensui #how did this become two long paragraphs?? pls don't ask me #also 100% shorten it!!

darrowhawthornes

"To here? To this pretty place with all these child-deathtrap-sized rocks?"

He takes a step up onto one of those rocks, confident that the tide was going to stay out long enough that they wouldn't be swimming their way back along the same path they had trekked.

"Good fucking luck with that, brother."

Chances were there wouldn't be any fatalities on this hypothetical field trip but he's heard the mom's of his son's classmates lay out all the ways their precious offspring could be endangered by a school hallway.

Darrow hadn't grown up with that sort of parent so his natural inclination wasn't to be one.

"I'd let you bring my boy out here, it never did me any harm exploring these parts when I was his age. I don't try keep him wrapped in bubble wrap though." Much to his ex-wife's disapproval. "You got some cool facts to share or what? Let me hear 'em."

"yeah - when you put it like that..." he could very vividly imagine the moms calling it exactly what darrow had. a child death-trap. the bluff wasn't dangerous, per say - at least as far as adem was concerned, but it wasn't exactly kid-friendly - no railing in sight to keep little toes from stumbling, especially if they were excited to be out and about. he supposed even nilay with her trust in him rooted deep wouldn't allow nur on such an expedition, at least not without her presence. "it might end up being a field trip of two in that case, or i suppose three if you want to tag along. maybe i'll revisit and think of something safer that the moms won't scoff at." he hadn't run free in cascade as a child like darrow had, his own childhood a little more sheltered, and landlocked. it made him wonder what he'd be like if he had a kid of his own, and if he'd let them traipse around here with little supervision. likely not.

"well... the scientific term for it is a littoral sinkhole, although i suppose that doesn't sound as interesting as devil's mouth. while it might not seem like things can survive in them, they have their own tiny eco-system, with algae and sea urchins and even some fish. the sea urchins actually are part of what are making the cave bigger, drilling into the rock - and although it might not seem like they're doing much, over generations they can really make an impact." he's rambled - adem knows he has a tendency to not stop when it comes to marine facts, but darrow had asked. it's not quite how he'd explain it to darrow's son, the attention of kids less intent, liable to wander and get hung up on a word or an idea. but that's part of why he likes teaching them - the spark of interest in their eyes and the questions they ask sometimes unusual to get him thinking outside of what he normally would.

#darrowhawthornes #𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#please excuse the length of this #shaking my head at him i swear

"I certainly make time for people who fill my cup," she smirks. "Besides, it's just Lilo and my houseplants that truly require an unprecedented amount of time and energy." She'd gotten Lilo, her golden retriever, just three years ago from a neighborhood litter. A pre-graduate school present to herself, which was most likely the most unhinged decision she could have made before throwing herself into hours of reading, projects, and research proposals. "I've met a handful of people that I still talk to regularly. No one truly noteworthy, though, albeit I may have been in class with a future president." Ellie was not impressed by her classmates. Nepotism did not equal intellect and impact by any means. She's proven that for herself time and time again, which is why she is now taking full ownership of her life and who she wants to become. Adem certainly could be added to her calendar, and she honestly looked forward to it. The frequency was still to be determined.

"I have a plethora, actually. You know I can't stop trying to fix and solve all the things around me as if I actually had the capacity to do so." She had pages upon pages of concepts and ideas on how to use the funds at her disposal to improve the social systems around them. Ellie wanted to move intentionally and make sure she was being incredibly selective about the dispersal of grants to organizations who truly would make change and ripple impact on the immediate and national communities. She couldn't help but chuckle, her nose scrunching that she remained a thought in his mind, just as much as he was in her own through the years. "Well, I had more faith in you, but we know you were always the more sane one out of the two of us." It's why she loved him. He kept her grounded and made room for her without judgement or shame. As the bartender brought out their food, she thanked them before reaching for the tots, scoffing at Adem's insinuation of her own formulation of her work schedule. "That was rude, Sahin. You'd be wise to tread lightly. I know people! Don't you know who I am?"

there's a part of him that's ached to be back in her orbit, so for once he doesn't hesitate before adding on, "is that so? any other drinks you've become a fan of?" he might be inclined to be jealous, even while holding no reason for the feeling. but the name lilo brings forth a spark of recognition - how ellie had always talked about getting a dog, names that might suit and what kind of breed she was hoping to pick from the shelter. "did you finally adopt that dog we were always talking about?" his gaze softens at her reminiscing, the feeling that he'd missed out on all these years of ellie's life catching him off-guard alongside how easy it still is to talk to her now. as if they'd only taken a brief intermission, rather than having separated themselves from each other in an attempt to minimize the pain of the break up and allow them each to go their own ways. "a future president? sounds prestigious - i don't think i met anyone as high-profile, but then again, they don't tend to elect scientists into public office." even back in college, ellie had seemed to be constantly in motion - always reaching for goals only to achieve them and set new ones. he'd been in awe of her then, and the truth was, the feeling had never gone away. "guess we'll have to combine that drink with some planning. if you're looking for someone to bounce ideas off of, that is. anything in the works at the moment?" his smile comes easily as he watches her, affection lodging in his chest at the wrinkle of her nose and the way her smile seems to radiate across her features. "they're lucky you came back here, you know." the town, her family, maybe even himself. "i don't know about that, although i suppose you have to be a little crazy to take on all the projects you've got on your plate. but i did always have faith in you too, ellie." seeing her now, how she only seemed to bloom brighter than when they were in college, only served to reaffirm that belief. he wondered if it was because or in spite of him letting her go, an ache in his chest at the thought that if they'd remained tied together she'd be someone else now, someone dimmer. "rude or simply true but you don't want to hear it?" he teases, grabbing a tot of his own and pointing it at her, the feeling sweeping through him so familiar that it's almost as if they're back in college and in love. "wow reynolds, are you flexing your family name? what are you going to do, shun me from town?"

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#elliereynolds

While Nurbanu was in the backyard playing with the dogs and dinner ready, Nilay was curled up in the breakfast nook. Inanna and Tsovinar curled up next to her while Bastet watched Umay and Anat play on the floor, perched up behind the professor. She tried not to show how sad she was in front of Nur. How much was warring inside her and how she struggled to stay afloat within the stormy waters of her emotions. Her hands mindlessly pet the eldest cats, cheek rested against her knee as she stared off into space. She hadn't registered Adem's presence at first, his voice muffled in the distance. Yet at the clarity of his concern, her head rose. "Hm?" Looking up at her friend, his words soon clicked. "Oh." She cleared her throat before nodding. Offering him a small smile as Anat rushed over to greet him, the five month old meowing up a storm while Umay rushed to peer out from behind a chair. Playing up being a scaredy cat when Nilay knew how much she adored the marine biologist, Bastet simply eyeing the man without blinking. "Hey. Yeah, everything's fine. Just... got a lot on my mind. Trying to figure out some things." Sniffing, she sat up a bit straighter. Causing Inanna and Tsovinar to chirp in annoyance at the sudden move, yet she beamed. "Is that karnıyarık? I haven't had that in forever! It smells delicious."

by the sniffles and the drained expression hovering over nilay's features, he was pretty sure that alright wasn't entirely accurate. typically by now she'd be up and greeting him, the warmth of someone who shared a similar background as he did and felt almost like family infusing him. instead it was only her cats - who, as much as he loved them, weren't quite the same. even if he beamed at the way anat ran to him, begging for pets with eager meows that he was more than happy to provide. crouching down and making a fuss over the little creature before turning his attention to the other cat lurking behind a chair, mouth forming little psst psst sounds to draw umay out of hiding. while marine animals were his forte, he loved all animals, and the entire colony of cats that nilay had adopted were all dear to him. "sounds like you might need someone to talk to. or maybe just some distraction? i can offer either." that the food brings a smile back over her features is a relief, glad to see the reaction to something more pleasant taking over the sadness. "yeah, it was one of my favorites growing up - thought it was time i finally learned how to make it myself. want me to make us some tea so inanna and tso don't get more annoyed at you than they already are?" clearly they do not want to be moved further, and by now he feels comfortable enough in nilay's home to feel like he can manage making a tea at the very least.

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#archaeologia

"Whoa, for real?" He glanced at Adem with genuine surprise, amusement already curling at his lips before a chuckle spilled forth. "Sound like you've got the makings of a great DCOM right there on the beach." Over their next few quiet steps, Scott toyed with the fantastical - and bad - idea of trying to teach Cujo how to surf. He had his own board already, collecting dust out in the garage, but before he could get Adem to talk him out of it, the other's tentative tone had him tuning in more keenly. He glanced over, watching the profile of his friend's face as he spoke, immediately tempted to directly ask what it was that he was beginning to regret, but coming in hot didn't seem wise. Instead, Scott's smile softened, turning more sympathetic as he commiserated, "I've been there more times than I'd like to admit." A gentle huff and headshake, and he was glancing down at his feet before looking ahead again. "I'm the wait and see type. Usually leave things be and let problems resolve on their own," he confessed in a rare moment of self-awareness. A playfully wincing look crossed his features when he advised, "I wouldn't recommend it."

Cujo continued to trot along the trail happily, none the wiser to their conversation or the fact that either of them may have wanted to turn back soon. Scott focused his gaze on the beagle, a shoulder jerking in reply. "Eh," he grunted, more of a truthful answer than what followed, "I'm trying to. Gotta make time for the things you love, right?" In reality, it wasn't Cujo that ate up all his free time, but his father, with endless appointments and checkups and unpredictable mood swings -- talk about taking care of a destructive toddler. Scott wasn't the type to get into it, though, not even surrounded by the anonymity of tranquil redwoods. It wasn't worth it when he wasn't in a position to (or ready to, perhaps?) change things for himself; this was the decision he'd made and couldn't fix. "I could always use more butts in seats, though," he said, seamlessly steering them somewhere more positive, giving Adem a nudge. "I'll text you next time I've got something going on at the Comedy Cellar. Bring your majestic laugh."

a grin sweeps across his features at the surprise crossing scott's features, delighted whenever a story of his from work is able to gain interest from someone who's not in the same field. "yeah, for real. keep an eye on your board if you're out by santiago's anytime soon." his brow furrows at the acronym, not one that he can place right away - although he supposes it must be something popular enough that most people would recognize it. "DCOM? is that short for like a... dangerous chase of ocean mammals?" he suspects he's wildly off-base, but it's the closest thing to one of the acronyms they use that he can piece together off the cuff. it might've been simpler to challenge the other man to a race, but there's another part of him grateful for the way scott doesn't jump head-first into asking for all the details. "don't blame you for that - sometimes it's easier to just leave... the possibilities open, right? rather than having to make a choice and live with whatever consequences come from it." he supposes he's much of the same, given how long he'd postponed actually running into ellie. although at the additional comment, he has to smile. "so what would you recommend, jumping in headfirst?" he often gets the feeling that scott is holding things back, half-truths or things obscured, hidden behind good humor and easy conversation. not that he minds, he's not one to share every thought running through his head either, and there are some that he's unsure if he's ever voiced at all. although he wants the best for his friend, and hopes that in whatever small way, he can offer guidance should he need it in return. "some would argue that's all life is about in the end. glad you're still finding the time for it." while scott might not be deserving of a hollywood star yet - he's not one to judge. it'd taken adem a while to break into marine biology too - countless hours spent pouring over textbooks and accompanying people who knew better on internships before he'd felt like he had a solid grasp on the field. "sounds like a plan - i'll practice making my laugh more majestic, and glare at anyone who dares not to clap. have you got any sets in the works - or is there really zero prep to improve?"

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#scottgrainger #i'm so sorry for him #he was not a dcom child 😭

without a shadow of doubt bellamy wasn't a person that considered personal space much. not unless she noticed whomever she was in close with was uncomfortable. she and adem had been more than once, on the beach, maybe a time or two on the water, with her in nothing more than a two-piece bathing suit. so, the blonde assumed a natural comfort between them given their already established rapport. her hand even rested on his back as she leaned in, right between his shoulder blade, her chuckling as she read each description. "in theory? yeah you can learn all the mechanics of operating a boat, any boat, on paper pretty easily. but that does nothing to prepare someone for currents, winds, weather, or when something breaks or doesn't work properly." glancing at him, realizing then how close she'd scooted in on adem, she smiled a little but didn't back away. that smile morphed into a grin then a smirk as he made a play at the dirty humor. "adem... i didn't know you had it in you." hand on her chest, "be still my heart." she thought for a moment, thinking of good ones to add on, then nudged her shoulder into his. "the wave isn't the only thing rising today, huh?" a wink. "waxing my stick before hitting the peak..." she gave him a little room then as her blue eyes turned to the shelves and scanned for a surfing variety. "i certainly hope someone has made some but most people don't think of us." she listened to his reasoning and nodded, it would make a good gag gift, though she could also see the joke dying after a first, initial reaction. "i feel like it's a good display. something to keep on a shelf so visitors can read and have a giggle."

it was kind of fun that her palm reader comment was taken to heart and believed so solidly, especially since it'd only been used as part of her opening. a joke, really. which means bam can't hide her grin the entire time adem referenced it. "are you worried about the money i spend on pointless things?" brow raised, she glanced around before her eyes landed back on him. a reminding of where they were. "the thing is... she might not have been talking about sailors and dirty jokes." bellamy winked but was onto her debacle too quickly, dragging the marine biologist along with her before he could put the novelty item back on the shelf. seeing that he didn't close up immediately to her pleading gaze, bellamy knew then there was trouble afoot. he always seemed so practical, she was sure he'd tell her about wasting money or something. much like with the palm reader. "oh no, we never make light of sexual puns," the blonde wiggled her brow at adem, "i'm starting to feel like you want more of them. if you wanna blush just let me know..." lashes bat at him playfully, she changed focus back to the car following. "do you think they'd let us unbox and test a collector's item? why don't you ask... you give off more serious, responsible vibes."

his smile quirks at how easily she'd read the thoughts drifting through his own mind, discomfort shifting as the familiar ease of being around bellamy settles in. "can't train someone to read the ocean either - they might know everything there is to know about currents and emergency situations, but if you don't have the instinct, it's hard to make up for it with knowledge alone." he'd seen it first-hand while studying, even more so when they were out in the water, how some people had that natural kinship with the waves while others stuck too closely to the knowledge in their heads and didn't get into their bodies enough. likely it was something bam saw more often than he did - how perilous the ocean could be, even if one thought they knew it by heart. "see, my specialty is sea puns - but i guess it can translate over alright." his laugh is unbridled for once, coming forth easily as bellamy adds on her own set. "i think you've upstaged me. i'm not even going to try and match those." a thoughtful hum leaves his lips as his eyes scan the shelves, finding that she is indeed right - the items for surfers few and far between. "we should call the company asap - let them know they're missing out on a key market and pitch them a new variety pack. who knows, if the competitions don't work out, maybe you'll make millions on lewd surfer puns." he's amused at the turn of events, how the throwaway item that he'd been likely to discard has somehow found value - the thought of abandoning it now, when clearly bam's point stands - it had been good for a laugh and a start of conversation, almost impossible. "the store should be paying you commission prices at this point. do you make it a habit of persuading people into buying things they don't really need?"

"maybe. that or you getting bad advice. you know, half the time they're just telling you what you want to hear?" perhaps his distrust isn't warranted, he knows countless people swear by laura's palm read or the other mystics in town, a fact he'd never been able to rationalize. but perhaps it was similar to people's belief in bigfoot existing. "have you heard about the fortune teller who scammed rich people into believing they were cursed so that she'd help them break it?" an eyebrow raises at her admission, mirth coating his features. "you don't say." maybe he should have argued against the purchase in a more reasonable manner - but after she'd all but persuaded him to get the item he'd been contemplating, he didn't have the heart to do so. although as she circles back to their earlier topic, the tips of his ears turn red at the suggestion that they keep going. "bam, i think we've exhausted the well. run the waters dry." his brow furrows at her suggestion, while it's true that he'd always been labeled as responsible; the person in charge of group projects, keeping track of a schedule, even just making sure keys weren't lost - he's not certain that's the tactic that would best suit cascade's oddities.. "...you sure? maybe if you bat your lashes like that they'll cave in. besides, you seem well-equipped to talk your way into any situation." it's punctuated by a gesture towards the item still in his hands, and arguably the reason they've found themselves here.

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#deepbluestorms #has he realized the palm reader was a joke?? absolutely not #and did i help make it shorter?? absolutely not #i'm v sorry

micah-sebastian

"Never. Too painful." Tacking on, playfully. Micah taking those moments to unravel — shoes off, jean shorts gone. All tossed to the sand next to her bag. Clearly, she was going to be getting wet. No matter what order in which that meant. "See, believe it or not but the water always kinda made me anxious." She told him, dipping to procure the very stuff she was there to hand off, hands doing all the work by memory and feel from her bag at her feet,. Squinting as she looked at the last glimmer of sunlight dropping behind his head, "As a former lifeguard, did they ever go over how clothes weigh you down? Dangerous."

"that wounds my soul, micah." his hand grasps his heart, even though he's certain she's joking, willing to play along - even if just for the moment. "missing out on all this natural beauty?" although at her next words, his gaze settles on micah, trying to distinguish if she's still teasing. he knows the ocean isn't for everyone - that there are plenty of people who are wary of how vast and wild it can be, but he hadn't suspected that she would be one of them. "why's that?" it's always difficult to tell, the line between friendly and flirty. there'd been plenty of moments between the years he'd misread, even with ellie it had taken him months to realize that maybe she'd been interested in him long before he'd asked her out. although the kiss between them had been a one-off, it had been unexpected enough to leave him feeling off-balance around micah, even all these years later. "believe it or not - we were encouraged to keep our swimsuits on. kids around and all that - plus, the brighter your swimsuit, the easier it it is to spot you amidst the waves."

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#micahsebastian

When the pub and bar were this busy it promised the time to go by quickly and most often in a blur. Usually when last call was sounded on nights like this, game nights, Cash was often surprised. Only then did he realized how beat he was from being on his feet and bustling around behind the bar, serving patrons and restocking as the night wore on. Though, that was when he'd also note the massive cleanup that'd come once they got the last people out and locked the doors behind them.

Seeing Adem he made his way over, lopsided grin in place, happy to see the man. "You want your usual?" He looked around as the chaos was pointed out to him and he chuckled as he began grabbing Adem's drink. "Nah, this is normal. It's like any other big game night. Whenever The Phantoms play or the college games." A shrug. Maybe he'd just grown too accustomed to it all over the last five years. It kept his mind from wandering, that was for sure, when it was packed and loud like this. When the demands didn't stop coming. His whole purpose for being in Cascade had been a failure and he tried not to focus on that or if he should leave. "I'm only running away if you come with me. And you don't look dressed for a quick escape."

there was a steadiness about the other man, that perhaps he didn't see in himself - but adem appreciated how he'd already begun pouring him a beer before he'd even gotten the word yes out of his mouth, much less the please that followed. "you're a better man than me - i don't think i'd last." the amount of small talk alone would leave him stranded - out of conversation topics that weren't the weather in about ten minutes flat. although maybe he could listen, offer a nod here and there, enough to make someone feel understood and offer them that sense of companionship so many people sought. "see, i normally do avoid those and visit you on non-game nights. i'd forgotten about this match." he could remember going to p&b's during college, how crowded the place had gotten after a game night, but how he'd always had ellie or one of their friends as a buffer, the companionship of someone more talkative than him carrying him through conversations where he might have faltered otherwise. one his own? he was out of his depth. "has it been a good night at least? no unruly customers?" his gaze drifts down to his outfit - a simple jeans and t-shirt combination, easy, casual - with sneakers to boot. so there's amusement that creeps over his features at cash's comment, eyebrow raising in jest as he considers the other man. "i didn't realize there was a dress code for a quick escape. do i need a mask? but i guess if an escape isn't in the cards for us - have things wound down at least enough for you to join me?" based on the crowd around them, all pleasantly preoccupied with celebrations or their individual conversations, adem hoped the answer was yes, although he wouldn't fault cash for wanting to focus his attention behind the bar. "how've you been?"

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#cashsullivan

featuring: nilay öztürk @archaeologia location: nilay's home

he hadn't been expecting finding a pseudo-family when he'd first met nilay, hadn't even truly realized how much he'd missed having another space aside his own house that felt like home. while their dinners had become a bit of a ritual, he still felt the urge to bring something over - be it a book on deep-sea creatures for nur, or one on archeology and mythology for nilay ( although finding one that they hadn't already read was a hard-fought battle, ) to the odd item that sparked interest and he thought might be amusing to one of them. this time around he'd dared to try his own hand at cooking something, badgering his mom for the recipe he'd grown up loving. while it was a skill he was still learning, blame his tendency towards take-out - especially on those days where being cooped inside cooking seemed like a burden when the ocean was calling with new discoveries, he thought that this version was at least presentable enough to bring with him. "i hope you don't mind, but i did attempt to cook something this time around, it's karnıyarık - annem sent me some of her recipes and i've been experimenting with them." he greets them with a smile, before his gaze settles on the expression on her face that is far from nilay's normal greeting and his own features shift to concern. "everything alright?"

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#archaeologia #hope this works #please let me know if anything needs changing!

"Guess you owe me a good glass of Chardonnay at some point," she counters. Too forward? She thinks not. Ellie has no knowledge of who Adem has become through the years or if he is even dating anyone at this point. From Penny's understanding, they weren't, but the woman wasn't omniscient. Either way, Ellie wouldn't pass up the opportunity to spend more time catching up with him. "Ah, so you had elitists and some of the brightest minds who can save the barrier reefs? I'm shocked," she giggles before taking a sip from her water that was just placed on the counter. Ellie had a mixture of cynical and optimistic personas in her class, too. Yet, as he expounded on his career thus far, she could only smile, imagining a six-year-old wide-eyed and hypnotized as Adem explained a tidepool to their little minds. Truly groundbreaking.

"I did, I did," she nodded. It was month seven into the role, and she finally could dictate the vision and planning of her department and team. "A little birdie dropped a worm a few years back that was worthwhile to adapt into our processes and programming, so if you could let him know I say thank you, that would be much appreciated." Ellie loved hearing outsider perspectives. It's why she thought the two of them had worked so well together. "I think I'm just getting to the point of enjoying it, now that I truly have a better handle on things," she elaborated. "Oh, you worried about me, huh?" He wasn't wrong; she did work herself to the point that she needed to crash for an entire day after running rampant all week. "I will have you know that I only work four days a week, with the fifth reserved for events and engagements. You should be proud."

maybe she's being friendly, both this drink and the suggestion that they get another nothing more than an innocent invitation to a renewed friendship. he doesn't know if she's single, if she'd met someone at grad school or found someone back here, or if ellie's even interested in dating again if she hadn't. truthfully, he hasn't looked into what he wants either - his time in grad school tinged with heartache, leaving him to focus on his studies before shifting to his career. while he'd gone on the odd date or two - nothing had ever gone far, and while he'd blamed it on the lack of time - a part of him had known that there was a tenderness he still held for ellie, an unanswered what if, that had made him unwilling to pursue anything else. "is that right? i suppose that can be arranged. you've got enough time in your schedule for me?" it's not a direct question into if she's seeing anyone, more of a tiptoe into the vicinity. but while he's happy to dive headfirst into the ocean, he'd never been particularly confident with these things. "add in the stray person who only got in because of their parents and you've nailed it. how about you? did you meet anyone interesting at brown?" his smile grows at the suggestion that he'd had an impact, however slight, onto what she was doing. although he wouldn't claim to have done anything more than plant a seed, that ellie still remembered it years later and decided to act upon it meant more than adem thinks he can put into words. "ahh - i don't think he needs a thank you, just seeing the work is probably enough. but i bet he'd be happy to talk things through if you had any other ideas." he'd missed their conversations almost as much as simply her company, how even though they were in different fields, they still managed to push each other to do their absolute best, or asked questions that the other might not have thought of. "maybe, just a little." a hesitant smile lifts at his features - unsure if that's even something he ought to admit when he has no right to be worried for her anymore. he's not her boyfriend, not even really a friend at this point, but even with them being long broken up, there are some instincts that he hasn't been able to erase. an eyebrow raises at her answer, lips quirking up further, unable to stop himself from teasing her. "you know, that sounds remarkably like working five days a week but trying to make it seem like less. most people would say events and engagements are still work, even if they sometimes end up being fun. but i suppose i'm proud you're not working all seven days."

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#elliereynolds

with: adem / @adcmsahin location: 707 Ink when: july 17th, national tattoo day

"Oh, you so have you get this one!" Eden's grin was wicked, claw-like acrylic nail tapping repeatedly at the Bart Simpson à la Calvin and Hobbes spoof art, the design looking more like something that belonged on a trucker's mudflap than anybody's body. They made sure Adem had seen it before continuing to flip through the flash book, genuinely searching for something for themself. They may have dragged Adem along, and maybe would try to peer pressure him into getting something small, but Eden wasn't completely evil. Only a little. Just enough to jokingly ask, "What're your feelings on matching tramp stamps?"

a choked laugh leaves his lips at the sight of the proposed tattoo - although it's surprisingly not even one of the more egregious ones that they've flipped through. "you think that one captures my spirit? because i think i'm more of a lisa than a bart." he shouldn't be surprised at eden trying to drag him into some harebrained scheme - although this might be the most permanent version of one they've pulled him into. still, he knows if he told them that he truly didn't want one, they'd respect that decision. there's only the briefest flicker of horror on his features at the mention of a tramp stamp - before deciding to play along with eden's teasing. "the bigger the better - clearly we need something monumental to seal our friendship. maybe our educational achievements, you know, to really drive the point home?" he can't help but jest back, even though adem has to admit that maybe a spontaneous tattoo - one that's unobtrusive, that he's not liable to overthink and then back out of, isn't the worst idea in the world.

#𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 — adem şahin.#edensui

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